You and Gin were rivals, always competing over getting certain jobs, who could do better at this and that. Really over anything. Some would say it was stupid, while others argued it was ‘lovers quarrel’.

You had just gotten an assassination job that you and Gin had been arguing about getting. You couldn’t help but feel smug over winning another one of these stupid fights. You could feel her eyes glaring daggers into your soul, but she kept silent.